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Lick your shoes, he will, because you're rich." "Rich!" sighed Mrs. Minto. "Who's to make me rich?" "I'm going to make us all rich," explained Sally. "You mark my words and wait and see." "I wouldn't mind not being rich," Mrs. Minto said, "if it wasn't that my poor 'ed...." "O-oh!" cried Sally, in wrath.
Down below Henri opened the kitchen door and snapped his fingers to call the dog. Looking out, Jules saw him set a plate of bones on the step. For a moment he listened to the animal's contented crunching, and then crept across the room to his cot, with a little moan. "O-o-oh o-oh!" he sobbed. "Even the dog has more than I have, and I'm so hungry!"
The two Ethels had had a week-end with Katharine the previous summer, going to Buffalo from Chautauqua for the purpose of spending a glorious Saturday at Niagara Falls. "O-oh!" cried Ethel Brown, "that's one of the finest things you ever thought of! Let's speak to Mother as soon as we go home and write to Mrs. Jackson and Katharine this afternoon if she says 'yes'."
McRae would oftentimes stand outside the tanks at a safe distance and drunkenly curse the prisoners and refer to them as cowards, to which the men would reply by repeating the words of the sheriff on the dock, "O-oh, I'm hit!
When he had finished he drew a little nearer his cousin and asked: "What do you think of it, Lina?" "It's very nice," said Lina. "Do you mean marriage?" asked Godfrey. "O-oh, Godfrey," said Lina, her head drooping lower over her work. "No, Lina," Godfrey went on drawing a little closer to her, "it isn't at all nice.
I breathed a long, heavenly breath, that seemed to let all the sorrows and worries pour out of my heart, as the air rushed out of my lungs. "O-oh, you can't mean, truly and really, that you're in love with Me, can you?" "Surely it isn't news to you." "I should think it was!" I exclaimed, rapturously. "Oh, I'm so happy!" "Another scalp though a humble one?" "Don't be a beast.
You are young; you have a deesposeetion good; you are handsome " "O-oh, Monsieur Parole," I exclaimed at his nattering category of my attributes, almost blushing. "Ah, but yes," he went on "I am quaite raite. You are handsome; with un air distingue; reech." I shook my head, to show that I could not lay claim to being a millionaire, in addition to my other virtues.
"Well, all that was no surprise to you, was it? You must have known perfectly well ever since that night at Avignon when you let your hair down, anyhow, if not before, that I was trying desperately hard not to be an idiot about you and not exactly radiant with joy in the thought that whoever the man was who would get you, it couldn't be I?" "O-oh!"
"It was her . . . her ladyship," said the waiter. "O-oh!" said my husband in a softer, if more insinuating tone, and a few minutes afterwards he went out whistling.
"Oh," she said, as though illuminated. "O-oh! I understand. Then it's all right. I didn't read your game." His face caught fire at her apparent misunderstanding. "I don't read yours," he said. "Game? Bless you, I've no game to play. I'm giving Sheila her chance. But I'm not going to give her a chance at the cost of your happiness. You're too good a lad for that.
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